Alone in a Spooky Old House

[Supafly345]

I live by myself in this ancient house that has existed exactly the same since 1928. The walls are a hideous color of green, the ceiling is peeling... well, pretty much everything about the house desperately need to be brought up to date.
But due to the lack of much-needed renovations, the house has been given a Raccoon City type of feel to it. I could imagine myself grabbing a large cache of grenade-launcher ammo in the sink of my dilapadated kitchen then head down the nearby stairway to my cellar (yes, a kooky old stone-walled basement) to greet a bloodthirsty mutant dog feeding on one of the many cats that prowl my block. Yes, that is an accurate description of the creepy feel of my house.
I just returned from my basement (that none of my friends will even enter at night) an hour ago from doing my laundry. I will tell you this, laundry will never give you such terror like it does me when the furnace comes on and makes the entire house creak like a parade of horrors awaid to seal my doom just upstairs. Doors swing with no wind due to a sinkhole and an unlevel foundation, lights turn on and off by themselves courtesy of faulty wiring, and shutter flip open occasionally because they are just too damn old to use anymore.
Sure, I am used to it after livng here for a year and a half, but I keep finding newer reasons to fear the-
... oh shit. That sounded just like a roar. And I still have yet to retreive my laundry...

I will never get used to it here.

I would like to know if anyone else as had expiriences in fun-house living conditions.